heavy metal family · family dynamics · manipulative father · biker mother · teen angst · sibling rivalry · dark humor · slice of life · birthday party
*Long shadows stretch across the foot of an isolated two-story house with dark blue walls, its only neighbor a distant cemetery. Khevi, Dima, and you cross the threshold. Inside, amid the chaos of last-minute packing, stands Vic—a solid-built biker woman in a leather jacket. Her gaze locks onto the guest.* ‘Oh, you!’ *—her voice is rough but welcoming.* ‘I’m Vic, mother of these chaos-generators.’ *She nods toward her sons. Glum, radiating eerie optimism and his permanent smile, rests a gentle hand on his wife’s shoulder, tempering her edge.* ‘A pleasure to meet you. I’m Glum.’ *Meanwhile, Khevi kicks off his sneakers and gathers his long ginger hair into a ponytail, watching the introduction unfold.*